The Calm

I haven't been writing much these last few years. The wears and tears have been starting to show. Today a coworker asked me how I could be so calm when so many seemingly horrible/stressful things are happening around me. The only thing I could think to tell her was it had become a life choice. It's not that I don't care, I've just figured out where the eye of the storm lies. The Serenity Prayer has always meant something to me, and it helps lead me to the Calm: 

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

The courage to change the things I can,

And wisdom to know the difference.

The best part of living life this way, I still get to see the storm for what it truly is, one beautiful, incredible mess. 

Check ignition and my God's love be with you

What it feels like to

Slide down slides




Howl






Pop plastic wrap








That's how good life feels right now. That good.

This is my life, not a game of poker

My heart might be drunk/but my mind is sober











A few months ago a friend seemed to be getting at something else when he sent me a text "Wow, I've known you for almost a year, I'm old." Something along those lines, at least. It took me a minute, but then I replied "age is relative." In reality, I stopped the treadmill, sat on the edge of it, and said out loud, "Oh Honey, you don't know me at all."

It's not good, it's not bad . . . it's just how it is. Life, especially when it comes down to love, is mostly about the catches and the misses.

All work and no play

I haven't had a day off since last Tuesday--- and I stayed home to clean so . . .

Midnight showing of Zombieland with some sexy Dominican I know. Some lady at work naturally assumed I'd go see "Whip It" over "Zombieland" to which all I can reply is, "Woody Harrelson and Bill Murray trump Drew Barrymore and I-don't-even-give-a shit-what-her-name-is-chick-from-Juno." But she was tops in "Hard Candy." Seriously, everyone see her in that. Is she going to torture potential sex-offenders in Whip It? No, she's going to dye her hair, piss her mother off and join a roller derby team. Hmmmmm, I see that kind of stuff at the Marsh all the time. Nah, I'll wait till my friend Sara forces me to see it with her, sorta like Juno (thank goodness J.K. Simmons was in that movie, that's all I'm saying). They used to have a reality show on A&E centered around roller derby girls . . . now that was quality T.V.

Anywho today I met Dr. James Brown. But it turns out I already knew him. He's one of those dads that comes into the store terrified because he has no idea how to shop for his kids. I help him out all the time. He complimented my hair cut . . . while he gave me a breast exam. FML. I need to move . . . oh wait . . .

Update: Let me be clear . . . if I was snuggled up in Sara's bed with a 40, a Drew Barrymore eve it would be. But I'd rather see Zombies get pianos dropped on them on the big screen than a lot of hipsters and camel toe (again, I see enough at work).

I'm jealous of the top . . .

Love can damage your health . . . so can cupcakes.

It's a weird bitter sweet fair trade dance; enjoy the ride

How I feel about life,



or how when you first get off a treadmill and you feel like you're still on it, but you're not . . that feeling

or when you read a note like this one



or see pictures like these
















or hear albums like this